There Lay an Angel

There lay an angel
in my bed,
curls of waves of golden
brown flow from her
head to her back
and from her glistens
soft sparkles
of sentiment-
she smiles in her sleep
and moans and groans
and squiggles to get warm-
I look over and
she smiles
I look back to my work
this poem
and she smiles
and says “sawee” for
distracting
and curls up
covering her
bare chest by using hands
as pillows and arms
as blankets
and smiles more
assuring I am healthy
and pills are popped
so I can climb back
and kiss her
more
so that she will smile
while she kisses
and my little sensors
will flutter
like the butterfly
that landed on the flower
in her hair.